Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 547: The chubby kid should be fine!

"Sir, the underground exit seems to have exploded!" Kennan Max replied.

Brandon Piers’ voice tightened instantly, "Underground exit?"

"It should be." Kennan Max looked up at the thick smoke outside. Before he finished answering, he saw the second master had already jumped out of the car and hurried to follow.

Brandon Piers’ heart tightened in an instant. He comforted himself in secret, thinking that Abigail should be fine. She had been out for so long, it was impossible for her to still be there.

But the comfort was nothing compared to the enormous unease that surged within him, nearly drowning him. His trembling hand dialed Abigail’s number, but after two rings, no one answered.

"She should be mad at me." Brandon Piers muttered softly, but his hand that redialed the number was already shaking. With a hoarse voice, he ordered Kennan Max, "Call Abigail."

Kennan Max hurriedly dialed Abigail’s number. After a minute, he shook his head at Brandon Piers.

Brandon Piers’ face turned pale. He couldn’t believe such a coincidence would happen in this world. Besides, his little fatty had already gone through a second life, with such fortune, how could something bad happen now? It was surely just because she hadn’t heard it or was mad and didn’t answer.

No, Abigail was rational and understanding. She might ignore the first one or two calls out of anger, but when Kennan Max called, she’d surely answer. So, it had to be too noisy around her for her to hear.

Brandon Piers comforted himself while jogging inside. At that moment, his watch vibrated. He quickly answered the call, "What exactly happened?"

"Someone blew up the underground exit. Everyone is trapped inside. It’s a total mess right now, and it’s not clear if there are more bombs inside. Contact the police for us," said Luke Scout urgently. They couldn’t connect to the police inside, so he could only ask Brandon Piers for help.

Brandon Piers restrained himself from sounding like his voice was trembling. "Are there any casualties?"

"Not sure yet, but if anyone was at the exit at that time, in such a narrow place, the chances of survival are very small. We need to figure out the culprit’s motive first. Otherwise, everyone inside is in danger," Luke Scout just stated his judgment without overthinking.

Brandon Piers hung up the phone and asked Kennan Max to assist Luke Scout. He then called Kelvin Max, "Are you and Sophie Hope with Abigail?"

"Wasn’t the madam with you? Sophie Hope and I were just held up by someone and are now trapped in the catacombs. It’s very dangerous, you better not come over for now," Kelvin Max advised Brandon Piers while looking at the gamblers trapped inside frantically searching for an exit and covering his ears.

Brandon Piers didn’t want to hear this nonsense at all; he continued running against the crowd.

Today’s event was an international competition, with a very large audience. The explosion had startled many people and now a lot of people in the venue were rushing out.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Brandon Piers’ lips pressed into a thin line. All the lines of his body were tightly drawn. Kennan Max was protecting him on the side, softly comforting him, "Sir, the madam will be fine; she’ll surely be okay."

But Kennan Max’s words almost made Brandon Piers emotionally collapse. What fortune? His little fatty had no good fortune at all. She had already died once. Old Mr. Beckham had said that only he could protect her, but what had he done...

The enormous fear inside made Brandon Piers’ hands tremble lightly. He didn’t know how many people he bumped into or how many times he was cursed as crazy, yet he couldn’t care less.

When they reached the underground exit, they saw that the exploded wall blocked it tightly. Security guards had gathered and set up a safety line.

Brandon Piers grabbed one of the security guards and asked, "Have you seen a girl wearing a floral long skirt, beige coat, weighing 138 pounds, slightly chubby, wearing high heels, standing 5’8", with long thick wavy hair, big bright eyes?"

He had seen Abigail’s outfit the moment he laid eyes on her today, even the high heels she wore. He knew all her daily subtleties, from the pattern on her clothes to her weight, he knew everything.

The security guard was initially amazed by Brandon Piers’ appearance, but then pointed regretfully at the rubble, "Is it... that color skirt?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Brandon Piers’ hand stiffened as he followed the guard’s gaze. His eyes fixed on a leg pinned under the rubble. The skin was covered in bloody marks and bruises, barely recognizable. The floral skirt was terribly tattered, but...

But he remembered vividly the floral patterns and textures on that skirt.

For a moment, Brandon Piers almost hated his own memory and his ability to distinguish fine details. If he didn’t, he could lie to himself that he was mistaken. But no, he was sure that skirt was Abigail’s at a glance.

A rush of blood surged to his brain. Brandon Piers nearly collapsed but was held by Kennan Max from behind, "Sir, stay calm. It might not be the madam."

The guard looked terrified at the suddenly lifeless and outstandingly handsome man and took a step back, "Sir... please... accept my condolences."

As soon as the security guard finished speaking, Brandon Piers seemed to recover suddenly, shoving Kennan Max away and grabbing the guard’s collar, "Condolences? She’s not dead, she won’t die. Why should I accept condolences!"

"Let go of me, you maniac... no one survives being crushed into a pulp..." The guard, who had been just as stunned by Brandon Piers’ looks earlier, was now equally terrified of him, struggling and protesting.

Those words hit Brandon Piers like a thunderclap. No one survives being crushed into a pulp...

No one survives being crushed into a pulp...

Those words were like a sharp blade slicing Brandon Piers’ heart into countless pieces. His mind filled with the guard’s words, his veins bulging, his voice choked, "Say that again if you dare!"

"I... help, help..." The short security guard, held by Brandon Piers, looked like a lamb to be butchered, terrified and shouting for help.

Kennan Max saw the police approaching and tried to separate them, but Brandon Piers’ grip was too strong. Kennan Max could only endure the pain, "Sir, you’re right, the madam is not dead. We can’t waste time here. We must figure out a way to rescue her right now."

Hearing this, Brandon Piers seemed to regain some clarity. He slowly released his grip on the guard, muttering, "Yes, we need to figure out a way to save Abigail, save Abigail..."

Saying this, Brandon Piers let go of the guard and rushed toward the explosion site. Kennan Max tried to stop him, "Sir, it’s dangerous..."

But Brandon Piers heard nothing, he lunged toward the exposed leg, and began to pull the stones away, still murmuring, "Abigail, don’t be afraid. I will rescue you right away. Don’t be afraid. This is all my fault. Don’t be afraid..."